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British Chihuahua Club Rescue
AssociationRegistered Charity registration number
1094417

Pepe Le Blanc

It's two days now since you left me. I look down
the kitchen and your basket is empty. (I had put it away but the
place looked so empty I put it back.) What a cantankerous old devil
you were and how much I loved you.

Do you remember the day last September, when I
collected you from the car park at Wisley? You were handed over, a
thin shaved-off old man, but no one said you suffered with your
heart and stomach, and you snapped at me when I picked you up.

'Aunty Kent', who became your personal vet, examined
you. She didn't have to tell me things weren't too good - it was
written on her face, "He has the worst heart murmur I have ever
heard", she said. When she wanted to look at your teeth, you
snapped at her and, because you were so frail, she got a tea towel
and put it round your neck and we looked at your teeth while you
gnashed them and snarled at us. Your eyes are getting cloudy and your
hearing is not good. So there you were, a semi-blind, semi-deaf,
stomach-rumbling, heart-murmuring old devil and I loved you.

You had to have your medicine twice a day, so as
opening your mouth was a bit of a 'no-no'. I made it up with water
and honey and gave it to you by syringe. Once you had got used to it,
you licked it off the end yourself. It was a bit more difficult
when you weren't feeling too good, so then it was back to the tea
towel!

Your health was a bit of a switchback ride and when
your stomach was bad I was very glad that I only have lino on the
floor. When you were feeling good, you gave me a great deal of verbal,
just in case I forgot you were there and in the evening you would let
me pick you up and you would give me a quick kiss.

On Tuesday you ate your tea, but at about 6 o'clock I
noticed your breathing was not so good, but you seemed quite happy.
When later I came home, you didn't seem any worse, so I picked you
up and gave you a cuddle. We were sitting on the stool in the
kitchen and I fell asleep sitting. I woke up at 1 o'clock, turfed
Micky the Lurcher off his bed chair, put your basket beside me and
went to sleep. At 5.30 you woke by coughing - something you had never
done before. I quickly let out the gang and made a cup of tea, picked
you up and cuddled you and at 6.20 your brave spirit left me and your
fight for life was done.

I SALUTE PEPE LE BLANC THE little DOG WITH THE BIGGEST
HEART I HAVE EVER KNOWN.